This is a song about "Contact"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Prepare for contact, i bomb tracks, sign off like a contract,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I'm such a wonder, contact the mic, infinite rhymes,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,